The song I can’t stop going back to is Randy Newman’s Stephen Foster-esque “Louisiana, 1927,” from his Good Old Boys record. It’s amazing to thiink that the dirt poor south he describes in the song, and all over the record, was once a white man’s south (hence the word “cracker”), and to see how Bush’s contemptible, contemptuous photo-op leadership is presaged by Calvin Coolidge’s appearance in the third verse. Lyrics below.

What has happened down here is the winds have changed Clouds roll in from the north and it started to rain Rained real hard and it rained for a real long time Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline

The river rose all day
The river rose all night
Some people got lost in the flood
Some people got away alright
The river have busted through clear down to Plaquemines
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangelne

Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tyrin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away
Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tryin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away

President Coolidge came down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
The President say, "Little fat man isn't it a shame what the river has done
To this poor crackers' land?"

Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tryin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away